Birth date: Feb 7, 1925 Death date: Dec 13, 2017
Williams Leslie ‘Les’ T. Williams passed away on December 13th at the age of 92 and his wife Brenda L. (Née Lewis) passed away on December 18th. Les and Brenda were born in Liverpool England, where they met and were together for 6 Read Obituary
Dear family of Brenda and les Williams . Hello Lesley and Susan , you may not remember me but I need to tell you I loved your parents and send you my deepest condolences. I'm so sorry I can't be there today to share memories with you .if either of you would like to talk my number is 6097448806 . My hope is your grief be short and good memories long and joyful . My best joan Byrem
So many memories....Christmas's together when we were younger...Lake Paradise....skating and swimming. And when the sisters and cousins came to Canada for my parents 40th anniversary years ago...they all got these big, plastic microphone things from the dollar store to sing into while in the car....trust me, they didn't need to waste their money on those....they were well heard. My mom was the shyer one of the three...but, not when they were together! Aunty Bren always kept everyone laughing.....she was a hoot and always positive about everything! Uncle Les always had a joke or two to tell. He made us a wooden napkin holder for our wedding and it is still on our table.....30 years later. If there is a heaven....look out....the Lewis girls are together again! All our love to you Susan and Lesley....we will talk soon. Lorraine, Adrian, Sean and Rachel XO
I have heard for years about Mr. and Mrs. Williams, as their daughter Lesley is a dear and precious friend of mine. I was and continue to be so touched by the love and devotion both daughters showed their parents for the journey their parents have been on for the last few years. I honor them for this and I am so glad that Mr. and Mrs. Williams were both in their home, with loved ones, up to the end of their lives.
Love and prayers from Joanne Alburger
I will never forget the great support we got when we played the USA in Newark. Uncle Les and Aunty Brenda outsang all the US supporters as you can imagine! I can still see them waving their Union Jacks.
A lovely couple and always great fun.
Vickey (Vina’s granddaughter)
Les, Brenda and family were answered prayers when they gave such loving support for our son, Mike and for the family. Only God knows the appreciation we had for all they did and tried to do. I hope they are having a grand old "chin wag" as they are reunited.
May the Peace of Our Lord be with Susan, Leslie and Family.
Sincerely,
The Woodards
One of many fond memories that will forever remain with me: only minutes after relating over the phone to Les how a household repair project had just literally blew up in my face, within minutes both he and Brenda showed up at my doorstep to see if I was okay. They were as compassionate and caring towards me as were my own parents, and I'm fairly certain, to others they've met through fellowship.
I consider myself blessed to have been allowed into their lives. There I found dignity, wisdom and humility in perfect balance, but joy and laughter gushing from their hearts uncontrollably. I will love and miss them forever.
Art Danek
Les was always a very happy soul with always a smile and a hug. Brenda always asked how I was doing. And what was going on in my life. I loved the talks Les and I hadat the 482 Hall. I remember first time I met Brenda at my Homegroup's Anniversary,(Monday Night Spiritual,)then seeing them at several Anniversaries after that. I know how much they loved each other and life itself. I will always carry their memories with me.
DEATH LEAVES A HEART ACHE
NO ONE CAN HEAL.
LOVE LEAVE A MEMORY
NO ONE CAN STEAL.
Unknown Author
Fate allowed me to become friends with Bren and Les in their later years, and I grew to love them both.
Les was both wise or mischievous as the mood struck him. He could speak impressively with great confidence and style before scores of people. Or act utterly confused when he was really only having a bit of fun. His hearing aid tended to malfunction on command. He loved to babble nonsense that sounded vaguely like Arabic or something, and trot out a favorite irreverent comment if conversation got too stuffy. Here is one about his old employer "American Standard" toilets: "it may be crap to you, but its my bread and butter". He loved to tinker with computer technology and even rode his English racer considerable distance within fairly recent memory. He had a large and meticulously cataloged collection of cassette jazz recordings...which I only admired because I knew how much love he put into it. Ooo, Benny Goodman, listen to this solo... Thank you Les. Thank you.
Brenda seemed to run on sunny optimism. She just loved to burst into a song like, Always look for, that silver lining. If you started a song she knew, she would follow. And she was quite good at Charades. I am blessed to have spent so much time with her, Les, Susan and Leslie playing parlor games and singing show tunes. Grateful to have her hold me in such high esteem for just being myself. Thank you Bren.
Tis a fearful thing to love what death can touch.
A fearful thing to love, to hope, to dream, to be –
to be, And oh, to lose. A thing for fools, this,
And a holy thing, a holy thing to love.
For your life has lived in me,
your laugh once lifted me,
your word was gift to me.
To remember this brings painful joy.
Tis a human thing, love,
a holy thing, to love what death has touched. ― Yehuda HaLevi
I remember, as an eleven (11) year old nephew of Les, the excitement of the day in 1969, when all of our family (Aunts, Uncles, Cousins) were together at Jodrell bank Radio Telescope, in Cheshire, England, the afternoon before Apollo landed on the Moon and Neil Armstrong, walked on the moon. great innocent times with loved ones, plus so many more happy memories. Love to Leslie and Sue, from Steuart, Janice and familiy, in the UK
